March 31, 2013

• Hoppy Easter

  

  I’ve learned the hard way that even if your heart gets broken, even if you cry yourself to sleep every night, even if the boy you loved wakes up and doesn’t love you anymore, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  How is it even fucking possible to miss you? You were never mine, and you never will be. You’re with her now, and I know I’ll never be with you. So tell me, please, how is it possible to miss someone who was never even mine?

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Always smile, even if it hurts. It’ll hurt more once people start asking questions.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  If you find someone who makes you smile just by sitting next to you and holding your hand, then they’re worth keeping.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I’m leaving. Not because things are bad or I’m upset, but because there’s nothing here that makes me want to stay. And more importantly, you never asked me to.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Love is madness. It’s so easy to lose your mind when you lose your heart.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I have a problem. I go after people I know I can’t have, people I know will never love me back. That’s why I chose you. Because you’re the one person in this entire fucking world I’ll never have. That’s why I broke up with my last boyfriend, because he actually cared. I’m more obsessed with the chase than the actual relationship.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Love is an understatement. They haven’t invented a word yet for what I feel about you.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  They say forgive & forget. But I think if someone is worth forgiving, they’re worth remembering.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  No one can hurt me anymore. In fact, no one can even come close because I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I wake up and don’t care what I wear. I don’t care what I do on the weekends. I just go through the motions. So I sure as hell don’t care what you do with your life anymore.

  
  
  
  
  
  

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